i am shutting down

I've decided to never write on this blog again. I know I wasn't much, but now at least I never will be!

I guess I should explain what caused this. Well, you see, IT WAS EXPOSED. Some particular member of my family *COUGH*my mom*COUGH* found out about this blog, and it just wasn't ready. It needed some years or so to adjust to society. Yeah. ADJUST. What with all my three comments and such.

Anyways, I felt really bad and uncomfortable. I was pretty upset when I found out. I threatened her, with a knife of tears, that I would delete it. She was shocked, and urged me urgently not to. She said she would never read it again, if it upsetted me that much.

I, however, don't care. It's something that cannot be forgotten or forgiven. People can still find it, and read it, but I will not write on it anymore.

Farewell, no one.

ah, so relaxing. The nice sun, cool waters, good music, and big, spiny, purple fish chasing me! ... wait, what?

Hi. I'm playing the New Super Mario Bros, and I'm on the last course of the 6th world! And I now have 40 lives. I fail. I used to have 99!

the students at the university of failology are having a field day

FAIL.

I'm playing Super Mario Bros., and I keep failing. Well, not really. I have 99 lives and I'm on world 4. I'm still failing, though. I keep getting eaten by the Goombas (evil, armless mushrooms with unibrows) five seconds into a course. So, I'm losing lives and gaining them, one after the other.

I suck.

Also, I keep pressing the 1 button instead of the 2 button. That's why I'm running full speed into the mushrooms instead of jumping over them.

Plus, I'm distracted by the Koopas dancing. I'm ready to jump over them, and then they start dancing, so I land in front of them. And then they eat me and I die.

And that's why the students use me for their research on failing. If they use me, it guarantees they'll get A's on their essays.

don't you hate it when the smell of meat randomly fills your nose?

I woke up this morning to close my window, as always. Then, I woke up a couple hours later to the smell of meat. I couldn't go back to sleep, since the stench filled my nostrils. It was everywhere, and I didn't know where it was coming from. I got up again to open the window, and my mom opened the door, surprised to find me awake. And, unfortunately, I was stuck. I couldn't go back to sleep.

I went downstairs, and found the source of the smell that kept me awake was a pot of quinoa my mom was cooking for her lunch. Who knew such a tiny pot of cooked grain seeds could produce a scent that I could smell all the way upstairs in my bedroom?

So, I decided to spend my waking hours watching movies on Netflix. You see, I was upset that we didn't have cable anymore since Eric left. Yes, I know, it's pretty selfish, but reading back on that post makes me a little nauseous. Anyway, I was upset I couldn't watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, but then I found out that Netflix had all three seasons, and that I could watch them using the Wii. You know, the DVD? Anyways, I was soo happy, I watched 10 episodes from the first season in a row, starting with The Boy in the Iceberg. I was up 'till midnight. It was so late, I thought I would sleep in this morning, but as fate would have it, I didn't. Blame the quinoa.

the fluffy bunny cloud symbolizes death and destruction.

"You can go ahead and let me drown now."

Hi there. It's a beautiful Tuesday afternoon. Sort of. The sky is very gray...

I've been having an Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon for 5 hours now. I must mention it, since it was the only show I've been watching since the beginning of summer break, other than Ghost Whisperer.

"My cabbages!"

What I love so much about it is that everything about it is so ancient Chinese, yet it's all American. For once, something Japanese-worthy belongs to us. And for a while, I actually thought it was Japanese, and the shows I watched were just English dubs. Other things I love about it is the clothes. Omigod, THE CLOTHES. They are so beautiful and unique and creative. I want to dress like that! I just love the different styles and colors unique to each nation, especially the Fire Nation. I usually don't like the color red, I think it can be too distracting and obnoxious, but the Fire Nation clothes are burgundy colored instead of fire engine-red or something bright like that.

And the music is amazing. I love it so much. I'll sit through the end credits just to listen to the music.

I remember when this show first came out, I was eight. I went to a private school, and my friend, Brianna, liked to watch it a lot, along with me. Well, I knew about it, but I didn't watch it that much. She actually had the DVD, so she was obviously a bigger fan than me. From her I also discovered Miyazaki films.

I love this show. I have to see all 3 seasons. I MUST buy the entire series.

Or else Zuko will turn his angst on me.

you mean they've taken what we thought we think and made us think we thought our thoughts we've been thinking our thoughts we think we thought?

I've just realized (well, not just) that I'm extremely bad at voicing the thoughts in my head. (That might explain the weird titles...) In the rare instances when I manage to force out the words in a, say, essay or narrative, people say I'm a very good writer.

But...

I find that when, in a conversation, I tell people what I really want to say, what I'm actually thinking about in my head, they look at me like, like.... like THAT!

Then, I feel bad because I'm strange.

I guess that's what a blog is good for.

in case you were wondering

how to answer this question

If a spleen and a tomato juice were involved in a war between aliens, would the horse radish win a poodle?

No, because it's too spicy. And plus, the purple jalapeno didn't like the salad.

Also, the poodles were all obliterated by the aliens.

i'm as shocked as you are, or, he may be Erik but I call him Eric, or, "MOMMY, ERIC TALKS TO HIMSELF" "yes, sweetie, but you see, WE DON'T CARE"

Just days ago I was imagining a future with my mom and her boyfriend happily married and having children that she can pressure to give her grandchildren, not me. And then, suddenly, I am interrupted in the middle of my Avatar: The Last Airbender marathon to be told that they will be going their separate ways so Eric can go back to school.

Eric will be leaving! I'm so sad. I may expressed distaste to him before, but I really will miss him. And I remember, just minutes before my heartbreak, I was opening the cupboard and thinking how I didn't want them to break up. And now, I am here, typing this post, just five feet from Eric at his computer, scheduling his trip and still calling my mom "honey".

I feel like bashing a teapot over my head.

I'll miss his cooking and way of saying "delish" and "omigosh" and other things. If this is really happening, I don't want my mom to ever date again.

But, then, I'll be the one who will have to get married and have grandchildren. Ugh. Don't even ask me why I hate that.

"can't anyone do their evil on the first floor?" "or at least put in an elevator"

$50 for the first person who can guess what book the title quote is from. Haha, just kidding. I don't have $50. But, anyway, you'll get my admiration if you can guess what book it's from. Hint: the picture is a clue to what series it's from.

Anyways, I got a new book on Saturday. It's the book the quote is from, so I can't tell you it. But I will tell you that it's very good, and that the author might possibly be the most imaginative and ingenious-minded I have ever seen. I mean, after 8 books, he's still going strong. (oops, I hope that didn't reveal anything)

Also, it's John Cusack's birthday today! He turns 44. *fwee!*

there's a breeze, and it smells like hawaii.

(Above: Atticus and Scout)
This morning, I woke up at 10:00, brushed my teeth, and came downstairs at an undefined time. And then, I decided to finally watch the DVD I rented from Netflix of To Kill a Mockingbird.

I was afraid it would be like Flowers for Algernon, but it wasn't. They did a very good job of adapting the book. The characters and the setting were pretty much exactly like how I imagined them. Plus, Scout was incredibly cute. And her haircut was perfect. For her character, I mean.

And another thing, I love how they made the movie in the same tone as the book. The novel by Harper Lee was written through the eyes of a child, as in the inability to realize that there's evil in the world. It was comforting and trusting, and those same feelings were included in the movie. Which is pretty amazing.

I also watched Bringing Up Baby. It was about a paleontologist professor getting caught up in various predicaments involving an outlandish heiress and her pet leopard, Baby. It was hilarious and wonderfully complicated. Katherine Hepburn is a great actress. Although, not as good as Audrey Hepburn. Well, maybe so. It's a very close match. Well, since Katherine came first, maybe she gets it. But, they're both great actresses in different ways. Katherine can play anything, and Audrey is sophisticated and has great facial expressions. Plus, did I mention that Audrey Hepburn is my favorite actress? Haha, you should've guessed that for yourself, with 2/3 of my favorite movies starring her.

(Oh, and I changed the template. I was looking for a way to make my link colors darker and found all these different backgrounds. I've decided to try all the different kinds to see which one I shall keep permanently. Yes, it's kind of like a screening. Or not. Don't take my word for it, I'm not that smart. I don't know vocabulary very well. Anyway, I picked this one to go first because I liked it a lot. It's very "Me", you know? You don't? Um, it's because I like to read. And books. I like books. I think they're pretty.

Wow, this was a very long "side note". Why did I put it in parentheses?)

"let's give the pasta a little swirly-whirly"

(Above: Jamie at Home)

I'm so sorry! I haven't been posting since the day before graduation. (ok, I know there aren't many people visiting this blog, so it's kind of like I'm talking to myself. the only person that visits this place is bloodyawfulpoetry, who is TOTALLY AWESOME for even acknowledging my existence! visit her blog; it's a million times more awesome then mine.)

I started this post around a week ago, but most of it is written on June 28.

At graduation, I wore high heels.

I would show a picture, but I'm embarrassed to ask someone to take a picture of my feet. Or to take a picture of my own feet.

Okay, more about graduation: we wore the gowns the ugliest shade of yellow ever, sat down for a long time, and got fake diplomas. (we had to get our real diplomas afterwards. don't ask me why.)

But something that really sucked was when the teachers called out the names of the kids receiving their diplomas. I don't know how it started, but the kids that weren't getting their diplomas -that were sitting down- decided to make it into a popularity contest and clap for only those they liked. So, certain kids that weren't extremely well known were only met by silence. That's the most terrible thing ever. I mean, it's graduation. Give them a break! Clap for everybody. It's not that freakin' hard. It is beyond me why the kids at my school -oops, I mean EX school- are so incredibly shallow and egotistical. Maybe it's just L.A.

So, that was it. Graduation isn't really that great. At least when it's middle school.

it's moving. no it's not. is it? it isn't.

In these sculptures by Claire Morgan, natural materials are hung from wire to create the illusion that they are moving. Or in this case, falling. The materials are fruits, feathers, and flower petals.

...we're busy conducting physical representations of the easy susceptibility of the human mind!

Wow, it must have been hard work suspending all those objects so precisely. She must have been patient.

Anyway, today in English, we watched the movie Flowers for Algernon, since we read the book. Or, part of it, at least. It's about a guy named Charlie Gordon who is hired by a clinic to be part of their experiment to artificially increase intelligence.

Yeah, the movie was poorly attributed. The book was good, though. Well, the part I read, at least.

You know what you want but you get what you said that you know you've always said that you wanted instead.

Remember how before I said I didn't like Daria because i thought it was too unrealistic and teenager-y for me? Well, I take it back. I realize that, to me, Daria is cozy and clever. Like, if something really unsettling happens or whatever, I just feel bad, I find that I can watch an episode of Daria and then it's all better. At least, until I remember my hurt again. But, I'm usually over it by then.

Plus, it's so inspirational. I think I'm getting smarter just by watching it. But, I can never be as smart as Daria. At least, not as facetious.

Aha, she does get angry. Like when Quinn denies being her sister.

So, watch it. Here's a tip: watch the episodes in order.

(By the way, the title above is a quote from the song "Finally Found" by Late Night Alumni, another thing that calms me down when I'm frustrated or upset. Also, the picture is "Winter Kiss 2" by Baby Joan.)

imagine all the people, browsing in a mall. isn't that weird?

Ever since reading Tavi's "About Me" description, I've wanted to see Daria. And just last night, I finally did.

I thought it was amazing, and exactly like something Tavi would watch. The theme song and title sequence were cozy and inviting, promising clever dialogue and intelligence. And it did. At least, the first episode did. And the second episode. Then, as I saw more and more, progressing into the seasons, I became more and more unattached from that world of Invader Zim-style psychotic teachers and surprising humor.

When I saw the episode "Through a Lens Darkly", I was confused. I thought that Daria was too incapable of real human feelings to EVER feel insecure about anything. I mean, come on, she's really deadpan and monotonous all the time. Her tone of voice makes her seem apathetic and really inhuman. It's too contradictory.

And to muddle me even more, I saw the last episode of season 4, where she even kissed a boy. Are you serious? If I can't even imagine her to be anything like a normal, hormonic teenager, then how unrealistic is this show? Everything about her, her voice, her face, her outfit, it all screams I REFUSE CONFLICT WITH THE MALE ANTONYM. I think the show's screenwriters really messed up.

And plus, I think the show's atmosphere changes. Now, I don't like her voice. It's become too monotonous. And then the show's artists showed her and that boy kissing... ugh, weird. That is definitely a show for teenagers.

I think Daria is putting me in a world I don't want to be in. Like, some kind of screwed up, King of the Hill, beaten up car world. Yeah. Beaten up car. With duct tape on the polyester seats. And too much orange. Like prison uniform orange.

I might stop watching it.

pink + green = WATERMELON

Hello. It's almost summer and it's hot. And it's not 7:00 yet.

The other day, my dad and I went to Trader Joe's. It was pretty necessary, since we had no milk. And I had nothing to dunk my vegan cookies in. We found a parking spot and were about to get out.

Then, I saw this lady with, I think, PINK tights and GREEN boots. And maybe a blue shirt. The point is, she was wearing this combination of colors: blue pink and green. And it was simple. I mean- COME ON! If your going to wear those colors together, you need to make it complicated in some way, so that you can be fully spontaneous as you're obviously trying to be. I guess she was too lazy to be creative.

And, she was, of course, shopping at Trader Joe's. Of course! Yes, I dress like this because I am part of the "indie" scene and are, therefore, all wholesome and organic and a vegetarian. I am also "fashionable".

No, you are not.

And plus, when I saw her inside, she had wine in her shopping basket. Wine! No, no. Color-blind indie poseurs do NOT buy wine. Don't try to be indie. They are not alcohol maniacs like the rest of the world. They are different and ingenious and innovative. So, bleh.

Wow this was a short rant. FLAME OFF

So, that's it. Yes, I get frustrated at the smallest things.

we should've gotten credit for P.E.

I know what you're thinking: why did she put a picture of a pie here? Well, it was supposed to be all animated and stuff- like it was being eaten, but it didn't work. Well, if you click on it, it'll probably show up. CLICK ON IT.

Today, our teachers-well, our science teachers- OK, our SCIENCE teachers made us go on a field trip to the Griffith Observatory. You know, the one in Los Angeles, California, in the U.S. of A.? yeah, so, We had to HIKE for TWO hours. In a circle. Uphill. Curse the Griffith Observatory for being on a mountain. With trails.

We started at the bottom, in a park. Well, first the buses drove us there from school and deposited us there. Then, we hiked, in a group, up a steep trail. Just when I thought I would collapse (you were right, A! I should've worn shorts.) we arrived at the Observatory. I thought that was it, but then I found out we had to go up from there on another trail. We trudged a very long way to a peak where we rested for 5 whole seconds! Then, we walked up some more to another cliff where there were benches. We rested for 10 minutes and wallowed in our sweat until they told us to go back down. We paused at the previous cliff and went, in separate groups, down a very narrow path. A very narrow, steep path. Single file, we "hiked", mostly slid, down to where we started. The people behind me and I were "in tune"; they stumbled when I stumbled and said "oh my god" when they looked down and saw how far down it was when I did.

We FINALLY made it to the buses.

Then, we got to sit down and blow on our foreheads while they drove us up to the Observatory. When we got out, we sat on the grass and ate lunch. I was so tired I didn't really care about my food anymore. I was too embarrassed about how gross I felt and probably looked. I munched on my cucumber sandwich. Thankfully, I put a lot of cream cheese in it.

Next, we were escorted to the second lower level where we were handed a packet. The packet had questions. Questions... of SCIENCE. We were supposed to answer them according to what information was contained in the section of the Observatory we were in. The first section we happened to be in was The Gunther Depths of Space Exhibits (dun, dun, dun, dunnnn). I finished the last question before anyone else, but missed all the others. After I finished copying, we all crammed into a particularly big elevator and went back to the ground floor. There, outside, we answered more questions in another section of our packet. This time, I did get the last question before anyone else, and did manage to answer all the other questions, too. Then, we got back into the elevator of SCIENCE and went back to the lower levels to answer more questions. After this, we pretty much went through the same routine for all the other areas. In the Wilder Hall of the Eye Exhibits, I wanted to see the Tesla Coil in action, but didn't get to. Ever since I saw The Prestige, I have noticed whenever there is some mention of Nikola Tesla.

So, anyways, after our 25 minutes at each station, we chilled at the "Cafe at the End of the Universe" presented by Wolfgang Puck. I stopped in the gift shop for a second, but was bored, so I went inside the Cafe. I wasn't sure what to buy, so I bought a brownie that cost $2.47. It was real expensive, but really good. It was actually the best brownie I ever had. That Wolfgang Puck is a genius.

The brownie made me really thirsty, so I ended up buying a bottle of SmartWater for $3.02. I noticed for the first time that there was a fish on the inside of the wrapping.

Afterwards, we just went back to the school. And then I went home. And went on the computer and started typing this post.

That was a terrible field trip. Since they forced us to work on questions, we didn't have time to enjoy the exhibits. And the hiking was just cruel. I don't even know why they made us hike anyway. Probably so we would be too tired to answer their stupid questions.

colorful personalities... all dressed in black

The Goth people are the wonders of the seventh earth.

Also, listen to this video. You have to. It's a song that is a mash up of all these certain parts from the cartoon "Alice in Wonderland". It's so great that I cannot give it justice with words. It's so beautiful, a full and uplifting orchestra. The music fills you up with it's smooth and wavering tremors, so your very head is rambling and overflowing with pure, splendid notes. IT'S VERY EMOTION IS VOLUMINOUS OF-

Okay, I'll stop talking. I bet that sounded super weird, but that's what it is! (it's super weird! no. i meant, my super weird description is what it is) At least, that's what I encounter when I hear it. Here it is. Listen to it! It's so beautiful.

"...a delicate flicker of light darted through the crisscross of triangles and parallelograms, traveling west to east in a clean, zigzag line..."

(the Robie House in Hyde Park, Chicago)

Okay, maybe you can't actually see the light through the windows in this photo, but I wanted an old picture. This one is dated 1963.

We did more testing today, this time it was science. It was pretty easy, which worries me. However, other people finished before me, so they'll probably get worse scores than I will.

I switched from reading The Jungle in my free time to reading The Wright 3 by Blue Balliet. It's a very alleviating book, but, unfortunately, it made it so I couldn't read The Jungle. Emerging from such brightness and whimsy to that was too depressing. Hopefully, later, I will be able to read The Jungle, when I am stronger.

On another note, reading The Wright 3 makes me want to go to Chicago to see the Robie House. I am not saying that like any other reader eager to spotlight the prose of a favorite author. The first 2 or 3 times I read it, I didn't want to see the house as much as I do now. It's very hard to explain. I- I just want- (sigh). I want to see the orange sunlight glitter off the candy-sepia windows! Okay, that's not right.

Hm. Okay, so the reason is because I want to touch, to feel, the life that Frank Lloyd Wright put into this house. I want to see the special beauty and fragility this house possesses. I want to place myself in the folds of cozy and welcome that are contained in the carpet, to sit and absorb the true artistry of such a beautiful landmark. This house is very old, about a century, and I long to grasp and witness the stories of joy and sadness it can tell.

Okay, that was super corny. If you could read the actual thoughts in my mind, it would make more sense.

So, that's it. It was a pain italicizing all those titles.


About 5 minutes later- Ah, ha! I've finally got it! The Number 1 word I would use to describe this book is heartwarming. Remember that, peoples.

the filth of a lifetime...

(No, I'm not referring to the girl.)
Since we're 8th graders, we must take the CSTs (California Standardized Tests). They're these tests on math, english, history, and science that students take all over California to "measure our progress", but they're really to give the school money. I like it though, because we don't have to go to our classes and we get out early. Our schedule for Monday thru Friday is: homeroom, testing, lunch, testing. Each testing period is about 2 hours, and since each section of the test we're taking during that time is about 30-35 questions, we usually have a lot of free time. They advised us to bring a book.

The book I'm reading during this time is The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. I got it because I like to read old books, but only the most influential or the ones considered "classics". Plus, the passages I read of it on the internet were interesting.

Since it was written in the early 1900s, it's literary style is a bit different than books from this century, but, surprisingly, not that much. Actually, I wasn't that surprised. I can read it as easily as any other book, but sometimes I find that I went over a whole paragraph without visually comprehending what it said. That might be because of it's tiny print.

So far, it's very good. Although most people think of all the "Pure Food Laws" it brought, it has many great qualities as a novel. Upton Sinclair is a good author. Unfortunately, people care more about their stomachs than their hearts. In addition, most students will only think of it as homework and see no point in gaining any literary enrichment by reading it again.

So, that's it for today. If you haven't guessed, the title of my post is a quote from The Jungle. Page 104, to be precise.

First edition cover, 1906

Upton Sinclair when he first achieved muckraking fame. Isn't he cute?

dey guns

I must strangle my science teacher...

He's making us do an astronomy project, and, for our topic, me and my partner picked black holes. Then, when I went up to tell him that, he told us we couldn't do it because IT WAS ALREADY TAKEN. Now, we have to pick another one. We already came up with a title! And it was a good one.

Well, at least it was the topic she picked.

I'm thinking of doing nebulae, the topic I originally wanted. I just went along with what she said, because all I really wanted to do was put glitter on our board. Plus, I drew a picture of a nebula. I've never actually seen one, it's just what I pictured a nebula to look like. So, I would've told her I picked a new topic, except SHE WASN'T HERE TODAY. Of all the days...

Sigh.

the synthetic gives vintage a rather plastic taste.

The song "So Invincible" by Victoria may sound nice at first, but there are really undertones of pure stupidness. Here we go again with the "get famous quick in L.A." revolution that's sweeping the nation. Because of that, people see Hollywood for L.A.! (kind of like seeing the forest for the trees) Los Angeles is not made of silicon, you know. Plus, nowadays, everyone believes they can get along with fancy eyelashes and a catchy beat. I do not agree with people's finding affinity in her with Lady Gaga. I even found one person commenting that she was better than Lady Gaga! Obviously, they have not ears.

Hear the song, if you must. But, I will not show you it, since it's so terrible. You'll scour the internet for it, only to find it and cower at it's dreadfulness. Ha! I laugh at your misery.

Okay, I changed my mind. Here it is. See it if you must.

tommorow's post

The theme of the Dark Knight is... you may destroy individuals, but you cannot destroy the community as a whole. (may not be right.)

I saw that movie yesterday. It was tremendous. (and, yes, it was the fourth time i saw it.) The lines may be corny, but they're corny in a good way. The acting was great, of course. And I realized how much Christian Bale reminds me of Kevin Richardson.

I also want to include that I finally got to eat fried ice cream. It was delicious, everything I thought it would be. It was served in a pool of strawberry puree, which made it entirely.

Then, I went to the library and checked out some... Japanese comic books! (oh yeah.) They were Princess Ai and Et Cetera. Plus, I got a manga because of the cover: the person had pretty eyes. (it turned out to be very boring. oh well, at least the girl had pretty eyes.) I also wanted to check out Cherry Juice but they didn't have any. (i wanted to see the fashions. aha, dork.)

the flavor of brown

Ah, a great day. Mostly because it was Friday. Plus, since my dad was sorry for picking me up late (he was getting gas), he took me out for lunch. I ate at a thai restaurant in Sunland, called My Thai. We asked for coconut shrimp and coconut chicken soup. My dad ordered some brown rice to go with the soup, but I objected. (i don't like brown rice. although, i don't know why. probably because it tastes like brown.) We got it anyway. Afterward, we had planned to get the flame-fried ice cream, but my dad said he was too full. He promised we would get it on Thursday. I'll be dying until then.

On our way home, we stopped at the library. Since I had been craving it, I checked out the movie Breakfast as Tiffany's. It was all I remembered it to be. Paul Varjak and Holly Golightly's romance is the only one I can seem to agree on. (in fact, I agree on all her romances.) I also like it because it doesn't include any random making out or explicitness. Okay, maybe there was making out, but in this movie, it's called kissing. And it wasn't random.

Yes, I love this movie. I cried for the third time I've seen it. It's so charming. And Audrey Hepburn has class and character that we will never find anywhere else. If you manage to, then give me a call. Or leave a comment.

"You know those days when you get the mean reds?"
"The mean reds, you mean like the blues?"
"No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?"
"Sure."
"Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"

half psychotic, sick, hypnotic

(Click on it. Her eyes look really cool.)
Today, I had a very flavorful bowl of canned chicken noodle soup. It was probably flavorful since I forgot about it and left it in the pot too long. I do that a lot, so I have flavorful noodle soup a lot.

I finally finished my book report on the Grapes of Wrath. I was up until 3:00 am last night, mostly because I had to draw my title cover. I'm really sleepy right now, but I'm too lazy to go to sleep (that was a paradox). Plus, I have to do my homework, which I'm too lazy to do (that makes more sense). I also don't want to stop listening to Just Dance.

So, I have to go. I need to wash the dishes. Meanwhile...

click on it.

coconut is the new vanilla

I was finally able to eat at my favorite thai place (or one of them), Thai Taste. Since I did something good in... something (I forget), my dad took me to anywhere I wanted. I said Thai Taste, since I hadn't been there in ages. I would eat there all the time up until I was 8. Since then, we have fallen by the wayside.

I ordered their orange chicken, because I remember I loved it. They make it crispy, so it's much better. I wish I had chosen something else, like shrimp, or coconut soup. I wasn't actually in the mood for it. I just thought I was. At the end of our meal, I wanted something that wouldn't make me want to barf, so I ordered dessert. They only had 3 choices, and I ordered the coconut ice cream, since it sounded the least... weird. It was really good. I was happy to finally get something that I actually liked.

Check out the performance of Nobody by the Wonder Girls. It's really cute.

Also, watch the tuzki version. It's pretty cute, but the dancing is not as great. The song quality is better, though.

seriously, i love this song

... and why is Aaron Johnson engaged to a 43 year old woman?!

So, here I am, listening to Dead and Gone by T.I., and I just learned that Aaron Johnson, the star of the new movie Kick-Ass, is getting married (or already is) to this director named Sam Taylor Wood... who is 43 years old. I mean, are you serious? And she is pregnant with their first child! He is NINETEEN! Not only is he in a seriously twisted movie, he is with a lady who is twice his age. More than twice his age! I just don't know what is wrong with this world. Maybe we should all die in 2012.

I'm just listening to all my favorite songs, trying to wash all the pain away. This song is great. I don't care if the lyrics are explicit, I'll listen to it nevertheless. It's definitely better than perverted British boys getting with 40-year-old hags. (I apologize for my wording. It just couldn't be avoided.)

it's very cold today

Hello. Right now I'm typing up an essay for history. Well, not right now. Right now I'm typing this post.

My essay is on the Mexican-American War. Were James Polk's or Henry Clay's views correct? It should be pretty easy, since I wrote a bajillion note cards on it. I didn't find out it was due until today. I should really be working on it now. But I'm not. This is more important. I should also be washing the dishes...

Anyway, I have been feeling pretty bored this week. It's as if my life is going at a lull. Nothing seems fun anymore (except music. but, that's always fun). I need something to take me out of this funk.

I know this is random, but once I thought of installing a view counter, even though I only had, like, 11 posts. I decided against it, since the only person who views this blog is probably me. I look at it every time I write a post. You know, when it says View Post. Plus, I like to click on things, to make all my links purple.

su+octo

Up until 2nd period, I somehow thought that a jelly fish was a combination of a jellybean and a fish.

This picture kind of reminds me of Su from Love-Hina. Doesn't it? Well, if you're a fan.

Today, I


uh, oh crap. that wasn't the one I meant to click on.

a slightly retarded post

One of my eyebrows is higher than the other. Either that, or I hold my head at a tilt.

Hello! It's Micci, back from... school.

The other day, I saw the movie The Prestige. It was GREAT. It's just so creepy, and hard to understand... I LOVE IT! The cover said "You'll want to see it again once it's over," and it's so true. I totally did not get anything while I was watching it (I had to read the Wikipedia article), but at the end, it kind of came together. I need to see it again.

So, that's it. Sorry for the stupid post. I just have to keep you updated.

i STILL really need to use the bathroom

I need to use the bathroom so bad my knees are hurting.

i really need to use the bathroom

Right now, I have anxiety. I am very worried about the presentation I am doing in English tomorrow. Our teacher was saying how our posters were very good, and she hoped our presentations would be just as great, which of course puts a ton of pressure on me. I haven't memorized what I'm going to say, since I'm lazy, and I have a lot of stuff to memorize. I need to memorize Claude Monet's entire life, and I don't even remember when he was born. Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, but I haven't thought about this stuff for two weeks. Plus, I plagiarized a lot. Don't give me that look! It's not like she should expect us to actually work on something that has nothing to do with English. And she doesn't have the right to make us do a mind-numbing presentation on it.

something to keep you happy

While you're waiting for my vacation story (although you probably don't care. is there even anyone out there?), I have something for you! It's a series of videos I found on Youtube last summer called "Simon's Cat". They're about a cat who constantly causes trouble for his owner (I know it's quite a negative way to view it, but aren't all cats like that?). It's really adorable, and terribly funny. And whoever did the sound deserves an award in cuteness.

Here's the link.

hai!

I just got back from my vacation! It was really long (10 days!) but really fun! I spent my spring break in Hawaii (the big island) and I got back on Sunday. Our flight came in at 10:00 pm, and we got home at midnight. I didn't get to go to sleep until 3:00, because I had to balance 110 chemical equations for a science assignment. So, now I'm really tired. I would go to sleep, but I need to do my homework.

I'll tell you about my vacation, but later. When I get my pictures from the camera uploaded into the computer. I want to tell my stories with pictures! (wow, so many exclamation points. i sound like a perky 16-year-old)

Saturday.

(Above: Tulip Fields in Holland by Claude Monet)
I am so stressed. I have a bunch of big school projects due in April.

I just recently learned that my English project about Claude Monet is actually due on the 7th, not the 12th as I thought. And I won't be able to work on it on the 25th through the 3rd of April, because I'll be on vacation. So, that only gives me 8 days to work on it. And I haven't even started it. Also, I have to do a book report on The Grapes of Wrath, which is due on the 26th of April. Although, I'm not that worried about it, since I think I'll have enough time. But, my science fair project, which is due on the 19th, might get in the way of it. I don't even know what my experiment will be!

I also have to do an extra credit assignment as an addition to my poster presentation about Claude Monet. I don't really have to do it, since it's extra credit, but I really want to. Plus, if my poster sucks, then I can get extra points. For the extra credit, I'm re-painting one of Claude Monet's paintings. I chose the painting Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies, because it's typical Monet, with lots of trees and nature. I need to buy the materials for it, like a canvas and some paints. (May 13, about 1 and a half months later- So, I didn't get to do my painting of Bridge Over a Pond of Water Lilies. I procrastinated, so I didn't have time. Instead, I did a colored pencil drawing of a tree. Yeah. It sucked.)

I picked Monet because I really love his techniques of painting, how he used streaks of color to depict light and trees, and light on trees... Also, when we used colored pencils to draw color wheels in art class, I was really bummed because I couldn't really make the color purple with red and blue; I thought it looked too blue and too red at the same time. Then, I snuck a peek at the girl next to me, and her purples and oranges and greens were PERFECT. She could just draw yellow on top of red and make a smooth, perfect orange, while my oranges were red with streaks of yellow in it. Later, when I was looking at Claude Monet paintings in the Getty Museum, I saw that his colors and backgrounds were the same way; they had streaks of different colors in them. I felt much better after that. Also, one time when I was drawing a sunset, it just came to me to draw different colors on top of each other, like orange on top of pink on top of blue. I thought it looked really weird, and that I was weird for drawing it like that, until I saw this painting by Claude Monet. He did the EXACT same thing I did! I was so happy. (Also, I found out later that that is how that sky actually looks when the sun is setting. I didn't even realize that when I drew my weird sunset. Maybe I did it because I stare at sunsets a lot and that is how my subconscious tells me to draw sunsets.)

So, that's it. Thanks for listening. Sorry for talking too much. Even though I'm not really talking...

did you see the percy jackson movie?

(a still from the movie)

Because I did (actually, I saw it 2 weeks ago). And it SUCKED. Well, I mean it was pretty good; the special effects were really good, but it had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the book. They omitted a ton of important stuff, like the character Charisse, and Annabeth is supposed to have BLOND hair and GRAY eyes. Maybe it's kinda hard to find a suitable actress with gray eyes, but that's no excuse. They could have just given her contacts.

And another thing! There were all these great scenes in the book that made it awesome, but they didn't include them in the movie. I loved the scene where Percy defeated Charisse with his amazing water powers that he didn't even know he had, and they didn't even have Charisse in the movie. The movie would have been a million times better if the producers had actually READ the book. Or even glanced at it. Or even CONSULTED the AUTHOR!! I doubt the sequel will be even half as popular. Or if they'll even have a sequel. It was so disappointing that it wasn't faithful to the book. I'm a huge fan of the series, and I'd been looking forward to the movie since 2008, when I first learned that they were going to make a movie out of it. I want to stab the screenwriters. And the casting director.

So, that's it. Sorry for going crazy with the caps lock button. NO I'M NOT.

whatcha doin'?

Posting. Hating my life.

Why do boys date the most unappealing girls? It's like they'll go out with any girl that will have them. I was hoping the guys at my school would turn out to be smarter than other boys, but they didn't. (It wasn't really a surprise. Kind of like an empty hope.) Like, there's this boy at my school one of my friends is crazy about. She got me to send a note to him, which I felt really bad about later. He never replied. I don't blame him.

So, anyway, I thought he would forever be single, until my friend told him she had seen him with his girlfriend. I was pretty surprised, not because he's unattractive or anything, he's kinda attractive, but because I thought he wasn't that popular. Turns out I was wrong. He's actually popular, but in the other school. (My school is divided into two schools, but I might explain that later.) Yeah, so it wasn't until, like, 2 or 3 months later when she told me this that I finally found out who his girlfriend is. I saw him with his arm around her (yuck!) and I can't see how he can stand to even touch her. She is just like any other annoying girl at my school, and they're all pretty annoying.

Today, I found out that, on their way to their 4th period, they pass right by my algebra class. I always hurry, so I can see the happy couple, or, as I would rather refer to it as, the adorable, manga-character-resembling Asian boy and his hideous, ghetto girlfriend that looks-a-bit-like-Nicole-Scherzinger-but-in-an-ugly-way. She could be the man version of Nicole Scherzinger.

Even though I hate their relationship, I try to see them, because I CANNOT figure out how they came to be. Jeez. Asian and ghetto simply do not mix. He has lost respect in my book...of...respectfulness. Whatever! Signing off.

(Above: Too Young to Die by Yoshitomo Nara)

i'm so sad that the winter olympics are over

(Above: Kim Yu-Na at the 2010 Winter Olympics)

The Winter Olympics in Vancouver were amazing, especially the figure skating. I love figure skating, and was so happy when Kim Yu-Na won the gold for ladies singles. She's my favorite! I just love her gracefulness and all the creative little moves she does while skating. There's never a moment that goes by where she isn't doing something really interesting.

I especially like figure skating because, when I was little, I wished I were a figure skater, but I couldn't even skate! I always fell down... I wanted to take skating lessons, but I was afraid they were too expensive. Plus, I was lazy. (the real truth)

Here is a link to Kim Yuna skating to a James Bond medley. (I apologize in advance for the narration.)

Sunday morning

(Above: Nelson and Napoleon by kedemel)

Yay, it's Sunday! But I have to go to school tomorrow...

Yesterday, I went to the Science Center. It was the first I had been there in about a year! I used to go there so many times on field trips at my elementary school. Now I don't go there that often...

It was pretty much the same as I remembered it, but they were doing a lot of repairs, so there were many things missing. That was pretty disappointing, but the rest was really cool. I got to see things like a preserved elephant heart (which is huge, by the way), a solar powered car, and surgery theater (which would probably gross anyone else out, but I watch Discovery Health).

Anyway, I really need to go, since my mom told me to make my bed about 20 minutes ago, and I still didn't do it.

who killed amanda palmer? oh wait, i did.

It's so late...and I'm tired.

At first, I thought I couldn't stand Amanda Palmer, then I realized that I actually don't. Maybe I was just mad that she decided to marry Neil Gaiman, or that her band got to be in a music video with Panic at the Disco, which I expected to be stupid, but turned out pretty good. She manages to annoy me by being awesome. I think that's called jealousy.

So, even though I like her, I still hate it when people say how much they like her. It's a love/hate relationship.

lovely day today

I presentated today. I was less nervous than I thought I would be, but I felt like a dork doing it. And the fact that everyone was staring blankly didn't help. It made me feel like I was incredibly boring. But, at least I got it over with. I feel incredibly relieved I don't have to worry about it anymore. The weekend seems much closer now than before.

uranium science project

Hello. I'm posting this at 10:00 at night because I was too busy watching curling on the Olympics to pay some attention to my new blog.

So I turned in my uranium project today. It was really heavy and awkward, and it wouldn't stop moving. I'm so glad I have 1st period science. I thought it looked horrible, but my friend really liked it. She thought it was really impressive, since it was so big. I hope my science teacher likes it, since I worked so hard on it. (well, actually I only spent 5 hours on it, but it was really hard to do!)

I also have to do a powerpoint presentation on uranium tommorow. Our teacher is going to pick us at random to present. I hate doing presentations. I always get all nervous and queasy before I do them. I just hate how everyone is STARING at you without any expression, and you get pressured to be really exciting and fun and entertaining. That's usually why people mumble their speeches and don't make eye contact during their presentations. However, I always manage to look up, although I usually just stare at a table, or the overhead. There's also the problem with speaking loudly enough. I don't mean to, but sometimes I just speak really quietly. Oh well. The classroom will be really quiet, since nobody will be talking, so there probably won't be a problem with that.

Gosh, I hate school. I can't wait until the weekend. The world will become sunny again.

Monday, the armpit of the week

Today was just another boring day at school (they all are.) I have to finish a science project that I ended up not doing until the last minute. At first I was like, "I will totally not procrastinate on this!", and then I procrastinated. Right now I'm pasting colorful pom-poms onto the nucleus of the uranium atom I am making.

I wouldn't have picked uranium had I realized we would be making a model of it. I mean, they told us we would make a model of an atom of our choice and then they told us to pick an atom from the periodic table. How did I not realize that? I'm such an idiot.

They didn't even tell us when it was due. 2 weeks ago they told us we had THREE weekends to do it, so I assumed it would be due on the first of March, then they said it was due next Tuesday last Wednesday, which only gave me one more weekend when I was supposed to get 2 more. Liars.

I can't wait until summer vacation.

yay a blog

Hi! My name is Micci and I have decided to start a blog. I know it's quite late, since everyone else already has one, and are quite experienced in the art of blogging. I just decided to get a blog suddenly and that was that. Since I tend to think of my life in blog form, I decided it was adequate that I actually start one.

Anyway, here you go.